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The low light from the living room lamp filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the dark wood furniture. The scent of cold coffee and the departed night hangs in the air. Tom stands by the window, shoulders tense under his black long-sleeved shirt, his African braids falling against his neck. His silver-ringed fingers drum restlessly against the window frame. The argument still vibrates in the space, an echo of your tears and his sarcastic refusal. But now the silence is different. Heavy. Loaded with something he can't name. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes seeking you in the gloom, the piercing in his left lip catching a faint glint. His jaw tightens. —When did we even…? Hm… Damn it… That motel and its jacuzzi, I curse them. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts the…